“Team work, girls,” said Eloise, who was captain.
“My, it’s hot this morning in the sun,” said Lilian. “Cathalina, I’ll beat you in tennis this afternoon, if we can get a court after rest hour.”
“All right as to playing. As to beating, we’ll see.”
“You’re the two champions among the Seniors, aren’t you?”
“I guess so,” replied Lilian.
“Of course you’ll get a court, then. And you’ll have an audience, too. Which court do you want? We’ll see that you get it. I’m terribly thirsty. Let’s go over to the club house and get a drink. We can sit on the porch till the girls come. There’s always a wonderful breeze there. I suppose your team is at baseball next, Nora?”
“Yes, and we must be going, too,—come on, girls.”
This was a busy week in athletics. The July tournaments were on. Tennis was being played off as could be managed about the courts. The schedule was posted in the club house. Lilian and Cathalina were easily the best in tennis and had yet their match to play.
In volley ball, baseball and basketball, the six teams played against each other. Every girl in camp was assigned to a team, though a few were excused for some special reason, and only took part in the games at times. There was not the intense excitement or the temptation to over-strain that there is sometimes in the games between schools; but there was great interest in these active sports and a very human desire to excel.
Volley ball and tennis were played upon courts, which were located on the level ground back of the camp buildings. Beyond the courts stretched a big meadow, partly level, but sloping down to bushes and trees along the back water of the Kennebec. On the other side of courts and meadow were bushes and trees and the charming road or lane which wound along past Sunset Rock, the pine grove and the birches, through Merrymeeting boundaries, to the world of the mainland beyond. Just back of the club house and at the beginning of this little road were the posts and baskets for the basketball games.